Because I can’t think of anything else, I’ll quote Douglas Adams for today’s headline. Seems as good a thing as any.

I was, as you can clearly read, less than my best self yesterday. Doesn’t mean the feelings weren’t valid, because certain business processes do indeed suck. However, I did get a Metric Assload™ of work done in spite of it. Most of it in service to my actual job instead of the spare (which might become the real job eventually, but not exactly yet), but stuff got accomplished.

Part of me, I think, was bitter because the first thing I saw yesterday morning was my calendar reminding me that I was supposed to host Castleburg’s monthly open mic last night, but, given this whole business, it’s off for at least the near term, and I really miss it.

That said, I haven’t really been in the headspace to even pick up an instrument over the last two weeks. Part of it might be the work space melding uncomfortably with the home space, the displaced college student crashing in my usual music space, or the generalized anxiety and frustration with the world, but I should probably take my own advice and run with the “music is my therapy” concept. I’ve had a couple of friends ask me when I was going to stream again, as well as another telling me to get off my ass and record “Happy Discount Candy Day” because even if it’s really about February 15, it applied on Monday as well.

While my last streaming show as a relative success (40 people or so watching, and netting about $40 in tips/sales), playing to the webcam doesn’t feel the same, even interacting with folks over chat while doing it. I know it’s probably the best option at the moment, but I struggle with it. As much as my tendencies go toward introvert, in performance, the connection with the audience is just as, if not more important than the dancing monkey up on stage.

I suppose I’ll at least try something limited over the weekend; we’ll see how it shakes out.

Nothing particularly significant on the agenda otherwise; I did get both paid and stimulated in the last couple of days, so there’ll be bills to be paid, and I have to go out into the insane world of retail again today or the cats can’t eat tonight. In the interest of efficiency, though, I’m combining it with a brewery run to support local businesses.

Whatever shakes out, I’m still going have an awful lot in common with Arthur Dent. I’ll keep my towel close at hand.